[E-40]  Don't cha' know...  Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back  Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,  Fuckin' em' like that therapy, don't cha' know  Fuckin' em' like that there beats, don't cha' know  Yeah, it's another one of those potentate, dope, laid back  Mob style, sippin' yac, top of the line rhyme,  Fuckin' em' like that therapy  Fuckin' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler    [Verse 1]  I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle  Fuckin' em' up like that, puttin' in work something terrible  So before you mention to step to me  You better get up on my history  I'm known to the world as Mr. F-L-A-M-B-O-Y-A-N-T  Killin' motherfuckers off crucial  Sittin' em' down mutual  Spittin' that ol' playa, gangsta shit  Tryin' to maintain a strong grip  V-Town, California where I was born and raised since  1979 I been a hustler on the go  Pop-pos wanna harass  Me and my Keesh I needed cash  Rocks wasn't groovin' at the time  So way we got out money was cuttin' grass  Leader not a follower, became a Hill-Side baller  Put together a group called the C-L-I-C-K  And I was the shot caller, I'm goin' federal    [E-40]  I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know  I'm just a hustler, I'm just a hustler don't cha' know    [B-Legit]  Why don't cha' get up on this mic  And spit some of that ol' gangsta shit back at em' man, would ya    [Verse 2]  I'm on the last nickels, they only made like four of  Front-row seats at the fights  Takin' long, expensive flights  I love playin' hully-gully  Cause I ain't nothin' nice on them dice  So before you gamble against a hustler, I advise you to think twice  Napoleon, macaroni, we serve hot-bellied pig  96, 6 big screen television I bought for my kid  Livin' kind of comfortable  40 comin through with the real number  From blocks and blocks away you can here the boom, blam, bumble  Full tank of petro, up the metro, I'm like federal  Hoes wanna get sexual cause they see me on a pedastal  Nibblin' on my jock, like my big, ol' black tool is edible  Tellin' you man these heifers now days is incredible  Dishin' them one time scouts  Through dark alleys, takin' other routes  Hoppin' over barb-wire fences, ditches, puddles, crickets  Mobbin' and squadin' hoggin' and guardin' bitches, check it out  Takin' and shapin' and makin' a bunch of riches  Yeah man, you can call me federal    [B-Legit]  Yeah man, these motherfucker be ridin' around here  In these bootsy ass cars and what not man  Takin' these penitentiary chances  And they ain't even got they grin on  Ya aughta be like my boy 40, while he Mr. Flamboyant    [Verse 3]  I got boys from my team with the up-most respect for me  For-real lunatics that's willin' to kill for me  Way too much love in my organization, I can't afford to take no loss  MC's be seelin' them wolf tickets, but I be serious as fuck boss  It's all part of the rap game and that's the way it should be goin'  E-40 tellin' em' like it is, shootin' the gift that I be flowin'  Might as well go on and admit it, it's who you know  Not how damn good you are  Everybody and their mama wanna rap fast but I'm the superstar  E-40 why don't you slow it up a lil' something and go and speak on it  Man I just be spittin' this shit to keep these suckers timid  Well what about them ones that don't be recognizin' ya game  Must be stuck on something either that or they're lame  Funny style pop or rock, naw that ain't my forte`  I'm sellin' a bunch of units underground without any airplay  Folks be wantin' to hear this type of shit when they roll  Man I'll never sell my soul  Motherfuckers you didn't know, I'm federal    [B-Legit]  Uh, E, you still fuckin' em up like, E  It's been like three years in this motherfucker    [E-40]  Hell yeah, you know a hog like me had to put the peas in the pod  Let these motherfuckers know what's goin' down in the rap game  You know what I'm sayin' (Yeah)  I'm a money-hungry motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin'  All about my scratch, artillery, fire arms and gats and shit    [B-Legit]  You know like that, that's right  But you know it's still some folks out there  That try to put bad names out there for you and what not  What cha' gotta say about that, to those type of niggas    [E-40]  Oh, you know what I'm sayin' I got some good shit for them  You know what I'm sayin  I'll just get to spittin that ol' shit for they ass  Then I'll just come through with some mo' shit like this here  Ya want me to drop that shit (Drop that shit) check it out    [E-40]  You can't stop me man  I'm takin' money to the bank  Didn't have to pull no licks  Cause I'm makin' hits  You can't stop me man  I'm takin' money to the bank  Didn't have to pull no licks  Cause I'm makin' hits, ha    [E-40]  40, I'm goin' federal  Young Bucksy, he's goin' federal  Suga-T, she's goin' federal  Now D-Shot, he's goin' federal  Little Booch, he's goin' federal  Levitti, he's goin' federal  The Head Point, he's goin' federal  Studio Time, he's goin' federal  Can't forget Legit, he's goin' federal  The whole damn Click, is goin' federal  Celly Cel, he's goin' federal  Cavio, he's goin' federal  Def Daddy, he's goin' federal  Rap Dogg, he's goin' federal  Mr. Flamboyant, oh right that's me  California livin', can't fuck with me  Yeah motherfucker, that's what's really goin' on